| Why, 'e took up 'is end o' the boxes like they was pounds of tea, and me a puffin' an' a blowin' afore I could upend mine anyhow, an' I'm no chicken, neither. |
| Wind was fair, or ought to be, but 'twas blowin' hard and so thick you couldn't hardly see the jib boom. |
| Blowin' hot an' cold, rangin' from a balmy breeze through a rain shower or a thunder-storm, up to a snortin' tornado. |
| Blowin' out here would be more like wailing into the heavenly vonce, rather then huffing and puffing changes in a dark cellar. |
